The earth stretches herself awake In a months-long yawn, Ebbing gently into the day of the year. The last hour of rest savored Under the warm cover of her Fall-gathered blanket and winter duvet: The last growth which drew out her strength Now restoring that energy against The riotous clamor of the pollen-drunk morning.
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Impulse
A little thought grown bold draws my mind After its irrepressibly crooked and dusty path Through the cramped nooks and broad plains Peopled by shadows of facts and brushstrokes of fancy.
Ink’s Dance
Ink carries so much weight Embedded in its strokes and flourishes, Laboring under our love and our war, Straining under our disordered dis-ease, Curbing our wildness to its purpose. “Speech! Speech!” we thunder. “Hear. Hear,” it rejoins in elegant serenity. The dance of its law brings us to pointe There our whirling chaos becomes aContinue reading “Ink’s Dance”
Psalm 3
You – Your Word came That living sword that pierces, Slices with a blade so quick, So pure honed that it draws no pain – At first – but then the spirit and soul divided – The joint and marrow separate – the pain comes, Spirit and soul set at enmity, this cross I bear.Continue reading “Psalm 3”
Hope Speaks
Do not shut me away; I am the last. I lingered to better tend bitter wounds. For soft and healing touches are not cast By hurried hearts nor kept by unattuned Disheartened minds, but do drift slow in wakes Like gentle knocks at quiet hours.
Cistern
I need you. Rainfall come. Cistern-like, I crave you. Created for you, I will store you in my depths. You are my treasure, my wisdom. I will hide you in the secret depths. Rainfall come. Fill me. Flood me. Overflow me. What I can’t hold, I’ll give To the dry, dusty ground But fill me.Continue reading “Cistern”
There is blue in the room
There’s blue in the room It stretches thin to cover all And seeps like fog along the floor Building shades up the walls and cabinets And crawls and claws Like some sideways crab Into the corners of the eye.
Free
Free, set me free To find the horizon, To see the sweep of daybreak Release the night’s captives. Like birdsong rising at dawn, Their joy graces heaven With sweeter notes than I (or angelic choirs) raise Free… Oh, set me free! To chase the wind above the grain And follow sparrows flying into theContinue reading “Free”
Table
Joy is in the wheeling gulls at play above the surf. Peace is in the quilt of sun laid across the day. Bliss to feel the sun and hear the waves. Bliss to watch the flags flap, flap in lazy fits. In company of idlers, malingerers us all, Sipping drafts of beauty unbridled, With timeContinue reading “Table”
Sunrise Tilts
Sunrise tilts to anoint the tree tops And, slow as cold oil, runs down their trunks and boughs To splash chimneys and rooftops in ochre. It latches onto the day and, pulling itself above The horizon, snatches color out of night. Copyright 2013 Jessica R. Venable
RootsRewound 